Tattooed Love Jax's POV
Leaning against my bike I watched Amber move quickly through the school gates, she was jogging to her car. Putting my ciagartte out, I quickly mountained my bike and kick started it to life.
It had been a week and Amber was still meeting this secret lover and today I was going to follow her. Everyday after school she would take off as soon as the bell rang and then she wouldn't be back home till late.
Yes I did have more important things to do then stalk my ex girlfriend but all I needed was an address and then I would be able to get a name of the jerk.
I slowed the bike down and followed two cars back from Amber. She was frustrating me not giving me the time of day. I even brought her flowers last night and left them on her bed. The next morning I woke up to find them throw in the hall, outside her door.
To think I wasted an hour picking the bastards. I changed lanes still flowing her, why was she going so damn slow? She was holding the traffic up! I crept up behind the car in front, and looked up at her car. Shit.
She had spotted me.
I saw the lights ahead changing and sure enough she put the foot done and ran them. I gritted my teeth as I came to a stop behind a car. I had lost her- was no chance I would find her now. She would be taking every back road possible.
Bloody Amber being to smart for her own good. Maybe I should just take a hint and stop stalking her. She clearly wanted nothing to do with me. I needed to get trashed and forget her.
"Jax? Where you been?" Troy grunted when I switched the bike off. Getting off the bike and placing my helmet on the handle bar.
"Out." I shot back, not in the mood to tell him I was stalking his sister.
"Did you find out who she is?" Cole walked out the front door, with his normal cocky grin on his face. Guessing correctly on where I had been.
"Dont know what you are on about." I grumbled.
"Right." Troy smirked "You ready to go?"
"Go where?" I only had one thing on my mind, drinking my sorrows away.
God I sound depressive. Blood Amber.
"Club meeting, remember?" Cole huffed, still with a cocky tint to his voice. Cole really knew how to piss me off. "Or did you forget, having other things on your mind."
"Shut it Cole." Troy snipped in before I answered him.
Damn meeting I would cancel it but I set the damn thing in the first place. Grinding my teeth, I nodded my head, "Right let's go."
"I'll drive." Troy unlocked his sedan.
"Why the fuck didn't we take our bikes?" Tyler grunted from the back seat, moving uncomfortable unbetween Adam and Cole. "Cole when the heck did you get so fat."
I glanced at them in the back, reminded me of clowns in a tiny car.
"It's muscle you tosser." Cole snapped and soccer punched Tyler's thigh.
"Get OFF ME!" Adam yelled and pushed Tyler back to the middle. Tyler was groaning in pain, rubbing his thigh- lesning in Adam.
"Shut up! All of you!" Troy snapped over his shoulder, taking his eyes off the road. The whole trip into town all the three did in the back was bitch.
You're leg is on my side, stop leaning on me and the bricking went on.
"CAT FIGHT!" Tyler yelled, deafing my ear. Shooting a deadly look in the back at him, he didn't even notice though he was to focused on what was happening outside of the car.
Troy slowed down, and sure enough two chicks were going at it, both wearing orange jump suits. Community service workers, or high way trash pickers. The two guards that were meant to be looking after them, was just hanging out watching the fight.
"Ouch the one with the dark hair has a mean hook." Tyler said, while Cole cursed him for leaning on his knee.
My eyebrows knitted together as I took a closer look at the girls. "Troy pull up would you."
Troy frowned but indicated and pulled up to the side of the road. We were only crawling along anyway.
"Is that?" Tyler stated but stopped.
"Nah it couldn't be." Adam added
"It bloody is." I fumed and pushed the car door open roughly. Everything was beginning to make sense now.
"Jax, don't get involved." Troy yelled out the car window.
"Do you want her up for manslaughter?" I yelled back at him but kept strolling towards the fighting girls. "Cant you do your job?" I grunted to the guards when I walked past them.
"Not so lippy now, are you bitch!" Amber snarled at the girl after sending a flying right hook into her face, again.
I wrapped my arms around Ambers small waist, and pulled her off the girl she was beating.